It has come to my attention that there are a lot of 'Mom Blogs' out there. Blogs where young moms relate their child-rearing tales with whit and clever humor or ranting rage, sprinkled with tear-jerking expressions of adoration for those blessed little toes. It's really great literature, don't get me wrong.

But this isn't one of those blogs.

This is me escaping from all that mush to make sure that there really is a person in me, not just a dispenser of household needs. Yes, I'm tooting my own horn, curling up in a self-centered ball, but it's okay because I don't do this very often and this is the internet, so I can do whatever I want.

So, what is it I want?
A huge garden, some goats, a hypoallergenic dog, and lots of visitors. That's what I want this week, anyway. It's subject to change without notice.
I'm really having garden withdrawals. Being stuck inside the house is not healthy for me. There are a few things I could work on outside, but it's cold out there. Even if I bundle up and brace myself for the chill, my little S girly girl will only last minutes before her lips turn purple and she squeals like a piglet. I don't dare leave her inside alone for more than five minutes, for fear she'll find something to rip apart in retaliation. So I'm trapped inside, dreaming of planting amidst the piggy squeals.